The girl seemed to have sensed his presence and turned to look at him.
Justin saw an eighteen-year-old young girl who was said to be his sister. Her expression was puzzled, and at the same time, her eyes carried the innocence of someone far from understanding the cruelty of this world.
She looked toward the man who had entered the room, then glanced at the door and saw the bodyguards standing outside. They hadn't stopped him, which meant he was someone allowed to meet her.
"Are you my brother?" she asked, her voice low and hesitant, but at the same time filled with hope. "They said today I am going to meet my brother. Is your name Aiden?"
"Yes. I am Aiden," Justin answered as he observed her, but he didn't expect what happened next.
